This Morning

All the advil I took didn't do a damn thing
my head still hurts and my stomachs still swimming,
and I don't really recall where all the pain came from
but when you gain some I guess you lose some.

My eyes are acidic and I can't keep them open,
and my tongues dry like there's sand in my mouth.

I'm half naked and awake and I don't want to move,
and I lie to myself to stay in bed,
but when you do the lie becomes the truth instead.

I can't fall asleep again there's sun in my eyes,
and I'm right under the window on half of my bed
avoiding the light that comes in and bothers my head.

I'm sweaty, sticky, I am sluggish and feeling indifferent
I do not need more rest but I can't move an inch
I'm not hungry but I must eat.

I need water, a tall glass, but I am absolutely beat,
there's nothing left in me and I have to get up at some point.
So I drag myself off the bed and head to the kitchen and put on the kettle
I can't eat and there's nothing in the house anyway but I will have some tea
and for the rest of the day bare with the pain still inside of me.